They say not channelling your resources and focusing our energy on trying to be creative helps to be creative. Go figure.
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She sat in the darkness, waiting for the first ray of light to pierce through the glass. She let her thoughts wonder back to the pleasant memories she had stored. The memories that lit up her heart with the warmth of a thousand suns.
The time when they sat in the silence and tranquility of the night to stare up at the heavens. No words were spoken, it wasn’t needed. Understanding existed between both their hearts. Basking on the twilight with the man she adored was all she could ever ask for.
Till the day he left.
That memory brought a tear to her eye, that ran its course down her cheek.
How could have God taken him from her? How could she ever live life again?
She left her warm spot on the window sill. She could not bear living anymore.
Meeting him in heaven has occupied her thoughts for most of the past 3 months. But there were so many questions lingering on her mind. Existentialistic thoughts have been forcing themselves into ther fragile mind. Each time, making her ponder the worth of life without him.
3 months. The longest time she has ever grieved for someone. Someone she loved.
She knew, he was The One. Yet life was so cruel to wrench him away from her.
Today was the day. The day that would change things forever.
Calmly she prepared her things and took her place at the window sill again.
She put a letter on her desk, detailing the reasons why she was doing what she did.
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Okay, I think that is all I can do for today. For some reason I just felt like writing stories all over again.
Do tell me what you think, I want to know your thoughts and opinions on this.
